Blake Garfield

Enslaved landlady

CHAPTER ONE

"You were right, Arnie," Rocky said, pulling the shower curtain back to reveal Sandy's naked body. "Underneath all that baggy shit she wears, the landlady's got a sexy fucking body."

"Look at those legs," Chuck said, stepping in and staring down at the lean, sexy blonde. "And get a load of that fucking ass. It's perfect!"

"Her tits aren't very big," Bridget said, eyeing Sandy's pointy, stiff-nippled tits. "They aren't half as big as mine."

"What the hell is going on here?" Sandy gasped, sinking as low as she could under the soapy water in the tub, trying to hide her sleek, sexy body. "Bridget, just because I let you rent a room, doesn't mean that you have free run of the house! This is my bathroom, and I want you and these other people out of here now!"

"Shut up, bitch," Arnie said, grabbing Sandy's wrists and hauling her out of the tub. "You're a sexy whore, and this is a great fucking house. That's why Bridget moved in to begin with, and that's why we've come to stay. But Bridget tells us that you're one uptight whore, so I guess we're going to have to teach you how a slut's supposed to use her body. You are a sexy whore."

It was the truth. Sandy Bergen was a beautiful woman. She had a wild mane of streaked blonde hair that hung past her shoulders and framed a face that was almost perfect. Her lips were lush and pink even without a trace of lipstick. And her eyes were so big and brown that almost every man who met her wanted to fall inside them.

The most amazing thing of all was that, compared to the beauty of her body, Sandy's face looked plain. Her body was perfect. Sandy was like some lean, tawny jungle animal, her skin tanned and silky, her body supple and finely muscled. Her legs were incredibly long and perfectly shaped, without an extra ounce of fat. Her ass was full and round, but it was also as firm as a ripe melon.

Sandy's tits weren't huge, but they were big for so thin a woman, and they stood out from her chest like miniature torpedoes. They were perfect cones, wide and full at the base and tapering to nipples that stood almost an inch long when they were erect. Sandy's arms were tanned and slender, her hands delicate and long-fingered.

"Let me go, you dirty bastard!" she screamed, twisting and pulling in Arnie's strong grasp. "You're going to jail for this, you low-life jerk! Leave me alone, you assholes!"

Sandy was a strong woman, but she was no match for Arnie, who was almost seven feet tall and built like a brick wall. He jerked her over the edge of the bathtub and plunged her head under the soapy water.